102 CROSSROADS OF EMOTIONS

ARIEL'S POV “And what are you doing here?” I aksed Luke, raising an eyebrow. “I just came to help you out,” he answered, looking around. “I thought you might need a hand.” “Thanks, but I'm good. You can leave now.” I turned back to the ingredients, to focus on the preparation of the food. “If I can remember, this is my house.” “Fine. Stay then.” I said nonchalantly. As I was about to chop, Luke moved closer to me and grabbed a tomato from the table, observing it. “What are you doing?” I asked. He didn't give me a reply. Instead, he took a carrot from the table as well. “Luke….” He hushed me, placing his fingers on my lips, looking into my eyes. And as he stirred closer, I began to move backward, all these done in silence, until I found myself leaning against the wall. "You love complaining." Luke said softly. "Why?" I didn't say a thing as I kept staring at him. I didn't know if my lips were sealed at the moment, but the power to speak, was not there.